Walk through London town, in Alley, Lane or Street,

Eight to ten of all the folks you overtake or meet,

List to what they talk about, you'll find amid the din,

The end of every conversation is a drop of Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.